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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Oct 5, 2012 9:47:01 GMT -5
The seat of House Caswell. It sits where the Mander meets the Roseroad.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Oct 5, 2012 9:49:54 GMT -5
Arthur picked out the short castle among the even shorter terrain. "We'll be there soon, Aym." He laughed and spurred his horse.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 5, 2012 13:07:02 GMT -5
Aymery hadn't been paying any attention...but as soon as Arthur began galloping away, the sound of beating hooves made him snap to. He spurred his horse after Hightower, eager to arrive at the castle and perhaps have a bit of a rest.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Oct 5, 2012 16:03:10 GMT -5
He stopped his horse at the gate."Halt! Who goes there?" An unseen guard called out. "Ser Arthur Hightower and his squire. A craven from the Crag!" He hollered back and smiled at the last part. The gates slowly opened and he nudged his horse in. He was that much closer to home.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 5, 2012 16:32:22 GMT -5
Aymery scowled at his master. He was no craven! Surely fleeing from the Brotherhood and breaking that bastard's leg was proof enough of that? Still, he followed Hightower through the gates.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Oct 5, 2012 21:50:06 GMT -5
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As the sun slowly made it's way across the heavens, Gerold spurred his horse toward the castle. He squinted. It was small and cramped at best, and The Reach was not well known for it's hospitality to strangers. There was still time before Sundown. He would attempt to get to Ashford, and if not, then Cider Hall would suffice, or the ground.
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